Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this bitch
Get up... nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in bitch
niggaz
West Coast niggaz
Yeah, untouchable man
C'mon niggaz, niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the
I'm Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I drop a dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson in pause
all these ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard a snitch
And he ran up under that boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
Heard he copped his rims and O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
Heard they ran him New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and
Yeah you wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, dead in a 6, c'mon

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THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a nigga that talk to the feds
a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds
to shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle business
We the realest from the Gardens to the
Make the hardest feel this
Make the want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla murda you nigga
I twist ya cap a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk
a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't war bitch
get you pistol whipped an extorted
You I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches, bustin drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla (they holla)